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CHAPTER 28: THE PHOTO HE KEPT

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My daughter was done being my secret. And sitting there across from her at our kitchen table, I finally admitted I was done too. I looked into those steady grey eyes and felt sixteen years of half-truths sitting heavy in my chest. All the edited stories.

The quick subject changes, the version of our life I’d smoothed out until it hid everything that hurt. I’d convinced myself I was protecting her. Some of it was true, but a lot of it was me protecting myself from facing what I’d really done. I
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    He burned every bridge to his father, his board, and the whole Hale family image in one single statement. And he hadn’t asked me for a damn thank you.I thought about that all Sunday morning while the story kept churning. He didn’t call afterward. No texts asking if I was okay, if I needed anything, or if I was furious about him dropping it without warning. He just did it and then gave me space. That told me he was finally learning that doing the right thing doesn’t mean you get a pat on the back for it. Most people never figure that out. I went back to work anyway.------The next four days were brutal. The kind of loud, messy noise that happens when people who don’t know shit about your life start rewriting it from headlines and gossip. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Clients poking around, vendors getting twitchy, two journalists who got nothing but polished silence from Sandra. Jade called twice a day, once with real info, once just to check I wasn’t cracking. Marcus started pla

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 45: WITHOUT PERMISSION

    Victor had gone public. He said my daughter’s name was in a goddamn press conference, and I figured I had about three hours before this whole thing exploded, and I couldn’t put it back in the box.I pulled over on a quiet side street and sat there in the car for exactly ninety seconds. Not to pull myself together, just to feel it. The hot spike of fury. The colder fear underneath it, that had nothing to do with my company or my reputation and everything to do with my sixteen-year-old kid, who had spent her morning meeting her father for the first time and was now somewhere out there with her name already getting tossed around like trash on the news.Ninety seconds. Then I grabbed my phone. My lawyer picked up on the first ring.“I’m watching it,” she said, no hello, straight in. “He went way further than the filing. Three statements we can actually go after. We need to hit back before this shit sticks.” Her voice was clipped and urgent. “I need a public statement from you, facts onl

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 44: HE CHOSE TODAY

    My daughter didn’t hate him. The girl who had every damn right to hate him had sat across from Sebastian Hale for a whole hour and decided not to. Just like that.I wasn’t as far along as I wanted to be. Not even close. I sat with her words for a second, letting them sink in.“Yeah,” I finally said. “Probably.”She gave me this small nod, like she had already guessed I would say that and had made her peace with it. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, warm, quick, familiar, then grabbed her bag. “I’m gonna walk home Mom. I need some air.” And just like that, she was gone, weaving through the café tables with this quiet steadiness that made my chest ache. She had done something huge today, and she needed to sit with it by herself.I stayed put. Their empty chairs were still across the room, angled exactly how they’d left them. Two cups, half-drunk. The space felt different now, heavier, like it was holding onto what had just happened. From where I sat, I had seen it all, the same s

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    Isla had heard every word that night. The next morning, she was already sitting at the breakfast table when I walked in, waiting like she had made up her mind hours ago.She wasn’t standing at the counter eating cereal the way she usually did. Proper seat, back straight. She had been thinking hard.“This week,” she said the second I sat down with my coffee.“Isla…”“I heard what he said at the door.” Her voice was flat and honest. “I’ve been patient my whole damn life, Mom. I want to meet him. This week.”I looked at my daughter, sixteen, calm as hell, asking for the one thing that actually made sense, and remembered Sebastian standing in my doorway the night before, saying he had been sorry every single day before he walked away.“Saturday,” I said.She nodded once. Like she knew that was coming.-----I texted him later that morning. ‘ Saturday, at the coffee shop. Just you and Isla. I’ll send the address.’His reply popped up almost instantly: ‘I’ll be there. Thank you, Naomi.’I d

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    Sebastian was about to start a war with his own father for me and his daughter Isla. And he showed up at my door to tell me himself before he lit the match.I stepped aside and let him in. He didn’t snoop around or make small talk about my place. He just walked in and stood there, waiting. It felt weirdly considerate and it messed with my head.“Kitchen,” I muttered.He sat down. I flicked the kettle on, my hands not quite steady. We talked about the board removal first. The steps, the timing, how ugly Victor would probably get. Sebastian laid it all out calm and clear, like a man who had already crossed the line in his mind and wasn’t going back. He wasn’t asking what I thought. He was just giving me the truth straight. My chest squeezed tight the whole time.When that was done, the silence got heavier and thicker. I put a cup of coffee in front of him. He wrapped both hands around it like it was the only solid thing left. Then he looked up at me. “Tell me about her,” he said, voic

  • PREGNANT BY THE CEO   CHAPTER 41: TRUTH THAT BREAKS EVERYTHING

    My daughter found the interview. She wasn’t pissed. She was something worse, quiet and lost. I knocked on her open door. She looked up, then scooted over on the bed like she didn’t trust her own voice. I sat down on the bed, and the room felt heavy, like the air itself was waiting.“You read it?” she asked.“Not yet, honey, send it over.”She sent it, and I scrolled through on my phone while she stared at my face. It was an old article from five years back. The reporter slipped the question in at the end. Sebastian paused. Long enough, they wrote it down. Then he said it flat out, “I don’t know. That’s an honest answer. I genuinely don’t know.”No clean denial. Just that, I read it again. My throat got tight. “He’s been living with that ‘I don’t know’ for sixteen years,” Isla said, voice low. “He could’ve stayed quiet. Nobody forced him to say shit. But he did.”“Yeah.” The word scraped out.“I kept waiting for the anger to come. It would’ve been easier, you know? It could've been

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